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situation. I mean, things like this never happen. They happen to other people, but not to you, not to me. Not with moody-but-harmless Hunter. Not with the son of your parents’ best friends. Not with your best, true, forever friend when you were a kid. Not in sleepy, small town Hemingway. This happens to people in dark alleyways, at night, with strangers. This happens when you’re lost in a city. More to the point, this happens to girls. So I’ve been thinking so far, This isn’t happening . This is a situation I can control.
    Now I’m lying on my back silently, while Hunter feels around my naked skin, and I can feel him, so heavy, his strong footballer’s legs pressing down my thighs, and I realise what he’s going to do. I realise I’m not going to be able to stop him. I realise too late.
    ‘Ow! Get off me! Get the fuck off me!’ I struggle but he’s already pushing at it, me, it, pulling at the sides with his fingers. ‘No! OW!’
    I feel something roughly forced – shoved – inside me. A pain worse than anything I’ve ever felt shoots through me. It’s too big.
    My eyes and mouth open wide, I almost shriek in panic. ‘No! Oh god! NO! Please! Hunter! Please!’
    ‘Oi!’ He hisses at me. ‘Shh! Just shut up!’
    ‘It hurts! No!’ Tears are falling down my face and I feel ashamed of myself for being such a wimp that I’m crying already. I’m gasping and squirming and pleading with him with my eyes, and panicking and whining on one constant note like a dog that’s been kicked. ‘Please! Please, Hunter! PLEASE!’
    ‘It’ll get better!’ he hisses, and pushes himself further in.
    I hear a roar of laughter from downstairs. I hear the explosions of a video game and realise Daniel isn’t asleep. He’s awake, playing World of War , and I’m in the next room, with Hunter. Hunter grunts and I feel the skin pulling painfully and call out.
    ‘NO! Please, please, please! Stop, please stop! Please!’
    ‘Oi! Listen to me! Stop it! Listen!’ He grabs my shoulders and shakes me again so my head is bouncing around on the pillow and I feel like an object, a thing, unable to move, pinned down, plugged and useless, and then he holds me so I’m looking straight at him. His dark eyes stare coldly into mine. I watch him struggle to keep them cold.
    Hunter’s fingers pinch my upper arms. His breath is hot on my skin. He moves towards me and kisses me, licking my mouth when I won’t move my lips. He leans fully on me, his weight bearing down on my chest, and wraps his arms around my waist and neck. I can’t breathe. He continues to push into me. His lips press against my cheek. I open my mouth but can’t form any words. I moan. It’s too painful.
    ‘Hey,’ he lifts his head. ‘Do you really want your mum and dad to hear you?’ he whispers. ‘Do you want them to come in your room and see your little he-she dick?’
    I shut up, shocked, and stare at him.
    ‘Do you?’ he asks, almost matter-of-factly. ‘Do you want your mum and dad to see your little he-she dick?’ His lips part, close. He swallows. He shakes his head minutely, still inside me. ‘I’m not gay,’ he murmurs. ‘You’re not a guy. You’re . . . you’re not anything.’
    My lips tremble. Our eyes are locked on to each other’s. Hunter’s face grows more cold and angry as he convinces himself with his own words. I watch him disbelievingly.
    ‘You’re a freak,’ Hunter murmurs, breathing quickly. ‘You’re a he-she.’
    This is the worst moment of my life.
    I have never been spoken to like this.
    Those words, the word, burn in my cheeks, uprooting shame from my nervous system, causing tears to prick suddenly, immediately, at the corners of my eyes.
    We wait together, in silence, for me to come round. My mouth is open. My eyelids blink. I swallow. I sweat.
    I look at my penis. I look towards the door. I look at him, above me, inside me.
    ‘Do you?’ he whispers. ‘Do you want them to see?’
    I shake my head and close my lips